Telegram-herald., 1887-12-04

kirds strange s0Bz sad remarked thas
had ssea ths name sf AkEie' on ths pie
turs -hien ssi1 lay apon the grass. De
picked ap the picture sEd sesnnins the face
pssssd is 70 me sskiaE
-Cxa goa discover in that ths face OF a
hypocritsg'
told him that thought is vas ss frank
and pure face az had ever looked upon.
he laughed bitterly and aid.
'1rhAE woman Is my vii, Il she Is still
alive. at theugh l rops 10 Cod she Is dead
And thsn I learned from hIm ths sal
though not uncommon story Of his life. He
vas . wealthy young msn Who bad mar
rid poor but lovely girl She Was the
victim of envious Dat unsuccessful rivals
who strovs By every possible inuendo to
play upon his wsil-knovn jealous disposi-
ton. Anonymous letters were frequently
received By him. and one day when away
from home Que followed him asking him II
hs desired positive evidences OF his wiie's
guilt 70 return a. once.
Although the wheels whirled rapidly
over the tracks Of steel the train seemed 10
move a. . saails pacs % aim. Win flushed
face and beating heart ne ran 10 his hone
and peered through the half-drawn shutters
into the wsll-hghtsd ROOM On the sofa,
with her hands in those of a young man.
sat his wife-his Aggie-ta.king earnestly.
With bis brain reeling ne drew pistol
from his pocket and AIMED a. her heart.
Then be sss that she was weeping. and he
heard the man say: Poor. poor Aggie."
Il could not kill her," he said. and |
went away. / have never seen her since,
and she shall never See me-"
And thus left him 10 continue his canoe
voyage, an aimless, half-demented wznderer.
A few weeks since | was sitting in q
doctors Office looking over some medical
journals when a woman in a threadbare e
black dress entered. Something about her
great, black hungry eyes and her wan, pale
lace attracted my attention. The face
seemed familiar. A closer observation con-
vinced me il was the face OF the photo
graph. When she had left the Office | made
some enquiries of the physician. He said
ifthere was such thing as aperson's dying
of broken heart he believed his patient
was sin that condition. 1T is q case OF
settled melancholia, and / cannot get from
her the cause be added. l made the
doctor promise to take me TO see her and,
of course. when once became acquainted
told her all knew:of her husband. 1t is
impossible for me TO describe the awful
anguish of that woman's soul. She told
me all of her sad, pitiful story.
she was the victim of anonymous let
tersl
The young man whom her husband had
seen with her on that fateful night was her
brother who for ten years she had mourned
a. dead. She was reciting to him the
death Of their widowed mother aud weep
ing when the brother put bic arm about her
waist, pressed her to mis- heart and called
her Poor Aggie." Her brother died and
left her alone; the property her husband left
behind went and she was reduced to want.
She worked honestly for her maintenance
and purity's light shone In her great black
eyes.
One day last week few friends gath cred
around the bed side of dying woman and
| listened to her delirium.
"Ohl Mark Marx, came back to me
| Just an hour before die and learn the lies
the letters toId The cruel, cruel letters.
Marx, not one was true; not one word.
| Don't read them. Marx. don't read them.
They were written with my lifs's blood
| blood that flowed from the wounds where
| they stabbed yJur loving wife.
Let me read-let me show you
how they lie-how cruel-Ob. the page il,
blurred-it grows so dark. 50 dark-so dark
come, Marx, come, come with me-up,
up There where it is light. Mark-it is so
dark here. 50 very da-."
Dssd.
The lish. Of her life has gone out The
| ligh. Of his reason went out long ago.
| Unhappy Mark. poor, poor Aggie."
| Itiss brief history of two lives. And the
awful thing about it all is the pity of 1.-THE
| pity that 1t is true.
Three little anonymous letters did their
work speedily and well
That glorious New York Weekly To'Sn
Topics has this:
AT the Loweuss Club; Saturday night, st
supper
Gpes,-I say waiter
Haav-Yes. sir.
Gasst-Whers my doctor'
Hau1-Your doctor sir
Gassf-Yes. The doctor that goes win
toe supper. You don't sIl0w man to eat
without giving him q chance for his life, dc
gOu'
At III. Griswold House in Detroit the
other day. [ saw ex-senator Charles "
/ Jones pacing restlessly up and down the
Office door. His clothes looked j1ss a tribe
ssedy and his massive head was inclined tc
one side. in he corner Of MS mouth wa
held cigar which he puffsd at necessarily
sud his face was flushed with drink. The
evening papers we're then on the street with
the announcement thats subscription pager
bad been put il circulation in his behalf
What Esll for man who bat two years
arp was foremost in brains and oraforT
n the United States Senate vas cgri-
s,ns to observs tor myself the state e hi
ssiud and 80 placed myself directly in hi.
path IS he strobe up and down The osHcs
door. he iooked up r. ne for moment